Note Thirty-Eight

Note Thirty-Eight

Draft 2

By: Chase L. Currie

 

This bum ticker

Got a few loose

Screws in it

Some rusted parts

In need of a

Good cleaning

 

Gotta pop my chest

Open to get to it

If you can get past this gargoyle mask

Hiding this ugly mug

 

Past the smokes

Pour the Devil’s piss

And let’s forget

The day

 

My windows are open

To the bright heat

Trying to keep the

Shadows hidden

 

How foolish

 

The brighter the glory

The deeper the shade

 

The harder the agony

The closer on the steps we are

To the Man on the Cross

 

He smiles to us

Hand and hand

Lost in that ticking love

 

He wept when you

Pulled me on by Him

 

How dumb we are

In this youth and

When the winds change

                On the green grass

                You lift your head from my heart

To that cool cat, new lover

With a saxophone whistle

 

I go cruising on back

To the empty ‘t’ stained in crimson

 

Drinking down the wine

Waiting for good ol’ Doctor Death

Doing his rounds on this ticker of mine

 

I can hear it struggling to turn

The gears once more

 

I’m in need of a

Dose from Dr. Reaper Man

But the Man with Holes in His hands

Comes a knockin’

                                Instead. 

Reviews

[Davidgeo]

I'm myself an atheist but I still found meaning in this. I don't believe you need a god to find meaning in things. It's just easier that way.

This is good writing, well done.

[CLCurrie]

Thank you so much and I'm glad you like it